The Man I Was

The man I was would never have stayed out dancing in the rain.

He would have thought the prospect silly and inane

You see.

The man I was would never parade a girl around a room

Or stop to smell the many roses all in bloom

Are you my love in your youth

And the roses are all in your cheeks

And though I ordered myself

“Get a hold of yourself”

My defences are all in retreat.

If you should see the man I was I hope you'll show him to the door The man I was just isn’t welcome any more

Oh are you my love in your youth

And the roses are all in your cheeks

And though I ordered myself

“Get a hold of yourself”

My defences are all in retreat.

If you should see the man I was I hope you'll show him to the door The man I was just isn’t welcome any more

Is not welcome any more